[S]ometimes, Unexpectedly, Grief Pounded Over Me In Waves That Left Me Gasping; And When The Waves Washed

( 097 )

And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty? Those first images that crack your heart wide open and you spend the rest of your life chasing, or trying to recapture, in one way or another?

( DONNA TARTT )

maybe we should all watch the goldfinch and it chapter two again and read some richard siken and the secret history and all wear wool coats and long scarves while listening to the national's terrible love and then we can rediscover some long lost peace

More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I’d stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street—which was, of course, I love you.

We are an awful lot alike, Theo.

“Sure—I did plenty of stupid things. Stupider than you! But me,” he said, toying with a cigarette, “I was trying to have fun and be happy. You wanted to be dead. It’s different.”

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

oh boy i wish someone would notice my cries for help! [someone actually notices] noooo i'm fine don't worry about me

Herman Leonard Chet Baker, New York City 1956

waaaaaiiit omg… wait i just remembered they don’t love you like i love you